OctPoWriMo Poem 4 – Hoochie

When I was a girl
my dad gave me a crackly 78 recording of
House of the Rising Sun.

He said owning it made me cooler
than 99 percent of the kids in America

He explained, in blues man terms,
what the song was about
which I relayed to my mother
as I sashayed my Cheerios to the breakfast table:

“Some poor soul,” I said
“Who lost everything
to a hoochie mama in a cat house
in New Orleeeeeens.”

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